A/N) First chapter of my first story! This the fourth story in the Danny Phantom x Death Note category! I'm quite certain there had once been a fifth one somewhere along the line, but it was removed! I was so very sad when I couldn't find it again. I'm going to have to start printing peoples' fics out and storing them in files so I can read them later, in case they're ever taken down. I'm currently writing down some timelines to go by so I don't miss any thing. Seeing as I'm mainly going along the Death Note plotline, I want to make sure nothing gets screwed up.

Disclaimer! ~ I don't own Danny Phantom or Death Note or any other book, cartoon, manga/anime and/or game that I make references to. I know that this may be short, but I'm working on making them longer.

The world is cruel.

This is a lesson I learned at a young age, at the age of five. I had been introduced to my first class, Kindergarten. I had stood up in the front of the class, wrote my name on the large chalkboard like my new teacher had told me to and stated my likes, dislikes and hobbies. The other kids had stared at me weirdly, as if I had come from outer space. I don't think they understood just what I was talking about. I had been talking about my parents' inventions, astronomy, and geometry, things I later found out weren't to be introduced until, at earliest, middle school. The teacher had gaped at me, dumb-founded and wide-eyed.

From then on to eighth grade, I was known as the "genius, weird kid" to the older kids, and "freaky weirdo" to my classmates. The teacher was very wary of me, it had been very obvious she didn't want to be anywhere near me. Anytime I approached her, she'd give me a look of annoyance, rudely ask what I wanted, and, after answering my questions sarcastically, send me away with a scowl on her face. This would go on until I hardened my heart. The last straw that encased my tender heart in ice, was the betrayal of my so-called friends, Samantha and Thomas. Though, they hated being called those names, preferring to be called Sam and Tucker instead.

They had left me at the first opportunity they got. Tucker had established himself as the best hacker in school and Sam had joined the A-listers without a single ounce of hesitation. They left me in the dust without as much as a goodbye. Then, to add insult to injury, they became my tormentors. Or, rather, they became my main torturers. Every day, it was the same thing. Get up, choke down breakfast, go to school, get harassed, go home, eat dinner, barf up said dinner, shower and go to bed. Of course this is repeated day after day. It never seemed to end, at all. A true never-ending cycle of depression.

I had taken to skipping school just to get away from it all. It wasn't as if I couldn't get books from the public library. Which was where I had spent most of my time. A kind woman, named Mrs. Dodds, worked there. She never seemed to mind my presence, in fact, it was if she liked having me there more than anyone else. She always greeted me with a semi-warm smirk when I came in, as if there was something she knew that I didn't. This was a welcome relief amongst all the people who wouldn't even notice if I was gone in the first place. The teachers wouldn't do anything, they didn't care. If you weren't the star of a sport or some other extracurricular, you were viewed as a lesser being. I would report the neglect, however, the councilors and principal weren't any better. I didn't need any of them though, as long as I had my books and my sister, Jazz, I was fine.

Things progressively got worse through my high school years. Jazz had been diagnosed with cancer her senior year, my sophomore year, and instead of going to a high-end school on a full scholarship like she had planned, she lost all of her beautiful, long auburn hair and had to sit in an uncomfortable hospital bed all day, every day. She died right after my graduation, not even a day after I received my high school diploma. The certificate I got upon her request. I had promised I would make her proud, I'd graduate as a valedictorian. I did, a year early. It was as if she was clinging to her life only to see me graduate.

My parents, Madeline and Jackson Fenton, two eccentric inventors, secluded themselves even more after Jazz's death. They had never paid any attention to me before, and I hadn't expected them to then, especially with the fact I was a child from an affair my mother had with another man. Jackson wasn't my father, no, a well-off man who lived in Los Angeles, California working under a recording studio was my father. The only pieces of information about him in the letters he sent were where he lived and where he worked, even those had been vague though. Figures, even if I did try looking for him it'd take quite a while.

I wasn't going to waste my time searching for a man who couldn't have bothered to check on his kid even once. I was unwanted, that much was clear. I had promised Jazz I wouldn't throw away my life though. I'd continue fighting the monsters, the ghosts, which plagued Amity when I finished college, just as I had since I got these damned powers. I'd go to that college in Japan that she had debated going to once she was done with high school. I think it was called To-Oh, maybe, I would have to check again on just what its name was. Then, once I was done there, I'd go somewhere else in the United States, New York perhaps?

I wanted to hate them, everything, and everyone. With the exception to Jazz and Mrs. Dodds, the kind, mysterious librarian, everybody had forsaken me, left me alone to forever be ignored. I couldn't though, holding grudges for so many people was too exhausting and a waste of time. Not to mention it caused such painful headaches.

No, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of breaking me. I'd stand tall for as long as I needed to. I would keep people at a safe distance, to keep both me and them safe. It would take quite a lot for any outside parties to get in my good graces. I wouldn't be giving out my affections so loosely like I once had. No, I would wait for someone special, someone who took my breath away the moment I first saw them.

Who can guess where the references are from? I fitted some things in, in hopes for foreshadowing just a little bit. Anyway, I hope I did well with this first chapter. Stay tuned! I shall work extra hard to get the next chapter written down, typed out and uploaded in the next few days, before Christmas break ends!